About Me

In 1980, I experienced an awesome Spiritual Emergence, which engendered a real back-to-basics idiosyncrasy and mystically endowed me with knowledge relating to the sole purpose of the universe and man's place in it.
In an edition, entitled 'On the Square plus One', I have tried to disseminate this bombshell to a world held firmly hostage to its ethnically fragmented past, without getting persecuted in the process; as its radical content cuts across thousands of years of religious and philosophical traditionalism.
I now conduct a light-hearted mission to infuse a personalized common sense cosmogony into the minds of others. And for this reason I maintain a private meeting place, called the Cosmos Coconut Club in Sri Lanka. There, I can chat over a drink, hard or soft, with those who are or would aspire to be freethinkers... Pay me a visit sometime!

Saturday, July 25, 2015

As
serendipitously-gleaned intelligence has undoubtedly been of ongoing importance
in Brian’s mystically-inspired
existence, I somehow sensed that this idiosyncrasy would eventually oblige me to
write a sequel to my article, Good
Shepherds? (No, Incorrigible Crooks!) – It being my steadfast wont to
handle such literary business on his behalf! So, fellow travellers, please bear with me, as I relate his rather
astonishing, etymological and ethnological treatise on Hebrewism,which even I,
Brian’s lifelong companion, when originally learning about it, found hard to
believe – But, believe it I now do!

Consequential
to Brian effectively becoming an inspector
of mankind, following his 1980 mystical-initiation,
he’d never ceased seeking solace from recorded history to support the primary revelations
emanating from this initiation process, these being that: Death is an illusion:
We will evolve life-after-life to a
state of deification and conscious perfection here on Earth, providing we can eventually
gain accord with cosmic harmony: And, above all, the biblical story of Jesus and Mary was simply based on the Ancient
Egyptian myth of Horus and Isis, and not a lot to do with Christedlife-after-life consciousness. Needless to say, perhaps, Brian had
found little to support such thinking and had sadly concluded that if any of it
had been known to seers in the past,
it had been so deliberately suppressed by every self-servingpower there’d been
over the ages that it was little wonder the
poor, ignorant sod in the street just didn’t really stand an earthly – As Brian so poetically put it!

However,
eventually, with the advent of Internet,
this was to change, and slowly, slowly, more and more evidence appeared therein
to debunk our deviously-documented human history and illumine our well-corrupted
mind-sets. Much of this thinking had indeed been known for millennia, and Brian
had no longer felt isolated in his mission to blaze abroad what he rightly
thought to be his truth concerning our deified
conscious being. His efforts had therefore continued apace, incorporating
corroborative evidence in so doing; and I feel no need to elaborate on this, as
the many articles on this CCC site
and his associated sites ought to speak for themselves. Recently, however, Brian
had been given good reason to seriously ponder over just what had really given
rise to all the secrecy, symbolism and duplicity that had proliferated
throughout the ages and subsequently given birth to the dire, materialistic and
almost spiritual-less condition of today’s human world. Documentary evidence
had come to light to modulate his previous thinking about the Hebrews, and therefore what I’d written
in my last article: He’d learnt that the
Hebrew language had probably originated millennia before the so-called Hebrews
of the bible had even existed. Rightly or wrongly, and he believes it more
than likely right than wrong, the cause of our present problems, perhaps
unwittingly, though, had started after a tribe of ancient esoterists, seers and sages had to abandon what is now
known as Ireland, during the ice-age,
moving south-east, and began spreading their innate pearls of wisdom to the
rest of the undeveloped world. What they were then known as is anyone’s guess -
maybe Ibrians, Brian joked - but one thing that seems certain
after etymological research and has been expounded by other scholars seeking the
truth is that the language these elitists founded and utilized to secretly
preserve their wisdom had indeed been Hebrew,
and this of course was many millennia before Abraham, the Hebrew patriarch, if
he ever existed, had become a twinkle
in his father’s eye!

Skip
a few millennia, and what do we find? Advanced civilizations that seem to have
sprung up like magic in the Middle-East,
notably in Ancient Egypt, so-called Land
of the Gods, where the Great Pyramid
and Sphinx still defy attempts to decipher their true purpose and explain just
how they had managed to be created with such architectural, zodiacal and
mathematical precision. With this in mind, I will now list supporting evidence
for the above concept: These ancient monuments had figured notably in his 1980
initiation: It was this advanced civilization, according to reliable
documentation, that for millennia had been a peaceful and well-settled one, operating
under the auspices of Amun-Ra, the
most widely-revered of its pantheon of mythical gods: And there is little doubt
from statuary and mummified evidence that its ancient rulers had embraced a
light-skinned, ginger-haired and elitist stock of people. So, what better than
this to add credence to what might well have been a peaceful, noble and ancient
Irish Diaspora?

Furthermore,
there can be little doubt that they firmly believed in an afterlife that
involved reincarnation or rebirth!

All was not
overt, though!
This sun-worshiping ancient civilization’s
elitists opted to keep their esoteric wisdom to themselves, and a pyramidal system of control was
instituted whereby only they and those they felt worthy of sacredinitiation could
became party to their occult and
innate wisdom; in what came to be known as their mystery schools. A caste system had inevitably been created,
and alas with it a powerful and corrupted priesthood that in time led to gross
discontent. If benevolent, well-balanced dictatorship could have remained the
order of the day, as originally intended, an efficacious and meritorious system
might have ensued, but with most humans back then being just like they still are,
temporally and spiritually unbalanced and
self-serving, this pyramidal
system was surely doomed to failure; and will remain so, unless humanity in
some way can effectively become cosmicated.
And here there’s a big problem: What will
be the fourth essential ingredient of the Y=X square plus One formula that will
ensure this cosmication and thus permit humanity to progress towards conscious
perfection and ultimate deification on Earth?

Nevertheless,
back in Ancient Egypt the Great Pyramid complex did eventually become
the foremost mystery school in the
known world, teaching and justifying death to simply be an illusion, and even
it is claimed attended by Jesus, if
he ever existed, until it was systematically put out of action by those who had
no wish to have their alternative, dogmatic, specious and religious control systems
put in jeopardy, by allowing the masses to discover for themselves that they
were embryonic deities in their own right, everlasting, and didn’t need
intermediary agents to connect them with Brian’s Ultimate Force, or in other words their own Higher Selves – Enough said about this, though, it’s all
been said before!

So,
what happened to further convolute this secretive
and esoteric system? Well, this is a long story, conducted over millennia, involving
one major land-grab after another, as
more powerful, ill-conceived and so-called civilizations tried to impose their
self-serving and pseudo-esoteric
brand of control over their neighbours. And there’s no need to expand on this,
as its complexity would surely detract from the fundamental reason for this
article, which is: What is to be believed – Esoteric
reincarnation or Abrahamic resurrection? Because, this really could amount
to becoming a matter of eternal life or
death for humanity – Or simply, which
brand of ancient Hebrewism is kosher, so to speak!

To
cut this long story short, therefore, Brian felt we only need to backtrack some
four millennia, when now-recorded history seems to have fermented a cataclysm
of dissension in this respect. Briefly: The Nile-delta
area of the Ancient Egyptian civilization
had continuously been invaded by Canaan
populations for some four centuries before a more concerted invasion of the Hyksos, a Semitic people, had taken
place: Their rulers had then reigned over this area for hundreds of years: From
this background, whatever the truth behind it may be, then arose the saga of Akhenaton, madman or seer, who strived to impose monotheism on the already well-established pantheism of the entire region – Result, failure at the time in this respect, but seemingly to have been
a major success in given substantial substance to all that now represents the three
Abrahamic faiths of the Hebrews! The latter-day brand of Hebrewism, that is!

Now,
where was Abraham, assuming he ever
existed, while all this was taking place? Well, dead most of time, but the heaven
and hell scenario of his vindictive demiurge, Jehovah, Yahweh or Baal,
had been indelibly stamped on most of the lands adjacent to Ancient Egypt. So, its influence must
have accompanied the invading hordes, including the Hyksos, which no doubt accounts for the growing assumption that they
were indeed the Hebrews or akin to
them.

Next,
we have to consider: How did Abraham,
if he existed, come to preach an antithesis
to reincarnation religion? Pure
egotism, anything to be different, and to promote his Hebrew tribe as the so-called
chosen race, thinks Brian in his usual right-down-to-earth
manner. Is this being unfair? Maybe not, if Abraham’s
alleged life-history is taken into account. One stage of this finds him,
whatever he was then called, in India,
home of the Hindu God Brahma, and all
that represents belief in reincarnation. Brahma
has a consort called Saraswati. Now,
isn’t it strange that when he finally arrives in the Ancient Egyptian kingdom, he has become known as Abraham with a consort called Sarah?

Just
coincidence? Not according to Brian, who considers Abraham simply represents A-Brahma,
the English way of indicating the
direct opposite to Brahma. So, fellow
travellers, do you not think that Akhenaton,
another egomaniac, must have been well acquainted with this Abraham, Father of the Hebrews,
background, and was also seeking glory for himself within a much older
civilization that was following the belief system akin to that of the ancient Hindus?

Whatever,
it seems certain that Akhenaton,
after being turfed out of Ancient Egypt,
regrouped his followers, and his Atonist
crusade has continued throughout the ages ever since and led to the present
clandestine activities of the so-called New
World Order and its blue-blood
rulers, who are still hell-bent on
enslaving the rest of our human world. But, this has been fully covered in previous
posts on this site, under the title The
Irish Origins of Civilization, by Michael Tsarion, which has been complimented
by the 1923 findings in a book entitled,Irish Wisdom Preserved in Bible and Pyramids, byConor MacDari.

In
ending this article, Brian would just like to add that if he hadn’t received
the mystical initiation he did in
1980, he would probably never have become any the wiser about all this. But,
having received it, he knows which type of Hebrewism
he would choose to follow, subject to a few reservations – The former esoteric variety, if it had existed! If
it didn’t, then he only wishes that it had. How’s about you?

Oh, poor humanity! How we have all been
fooled! And it is now taking an illumined fool to cut through the trickery and
expose the truth – His name is Brian, The Lambeth Pilgrim! It’s been a long hard grind for BTLP; I’ll
call him this for short. And it all started, at least during his present life,
in 1935of the Gregorian calendar – In where else but Lambeth, London,
England! And who then of his forebears would
have wanted to doubt the iniquitous intrigue behind the terms Gregorian or Lambeth,
London, England.

Serendipitously,
the term ‘Lamb’ seemed to have figured
in BTLP’s life in one sense or another, from the time his mother, Lambethian
Lou, gave him birth. And, I mustn’t forget to mention Lambethian Charlie, his
father, and the role he played in BTLP’s birth; as in no way can I consider him
to have been the result of an immaculate conception. This was made quite clear
to Brian by virtue of his 1980 mystical initiation. So, BTLP was off to a flying
start, so to speak, taking his first breath in Lambeth in a house of minor
distinction, which just so happened to be an old gate-house to a far more
acclaimed Lambeth Palace of ecclesiastical note. To enable him to mature into
the ever-radical Lambeth Pilgrim, therefore, what better start could Brian have
had? Not that he could ever have realized this until very much later in life. For, it wasn’t until 1980, when Brian became
mystically-initiated by his Higher Self,
that he realized BTLP had always been part of a cosmic strategy to be enacted
on planet Earth in the system of the Sun
– To conduct a real-lifepilgrimageofmind-boggling proportions for the sake of mankind’s conscious survival,
life after life, ad infinitum. Yes, fellow travellers, it was to be this important!

Well, with the given name Brian, of old
Irish origin, BTLP had battled his way through life, having to deal with all
the facets of existence that prevailed around him and his contemporaries, which
seemed to have been cast in stone, and over which he had no control or liking.
He’d felt like a slave to the system; thereby, simply gone through the motions,
so to speak; and, now, looking back on his life, little could he have known
that in singing the following hymn by John Bunyan at school, time and time
again, he would eventually become the pilgrim to try and counter all the pilgrim
of the hymn so blatantly symbolized:

‘Who would true valour see, let him come
hither; one here will constant be, come wind, come weather. There’s no
discouragement shall make him once relent. His first avowed intent to be a
pilgrim. Whoso beset him round with dismal stories do but themselves confound;
his strength the more is. No lion can him fright. He’ll with a giant fight. He
will have a right to be a pilgrim. Hobgoblin nor foul fiend can daunt his
spirit. He knows he at the end will life inherit. Then fancies fly away. He’ll
fear not what men say. He’ll labour night and day to be a pilgrim.’

Yes, fellow travellers, a hymn written for and on behalf of the
Hebrews to bolster their iniquitous ‘Yahweh, Heavenand Hell’ agenda, and nothing at all to do with the authentic Christed,
life-after-life, ad infinitum message of Jesus. And, still the Hebrews, via Atonism,
are attempting to control the world, and it is BTLP who is still now labouring night and day to combat this iniquity.

But, let me skip on to explain why BTLP wants, in amplification of the
above, to make it quite clear that in no way, in spite of his birthplace, does
the term Lambeth represent to him what the Hebrews have endeavoured to make it
mean, down through the ages; as supplemented by the ecclesiastical presence of Lambeth
Palace, London residence of the Archbishop of Canterbury, head of the so-called
Church of England, which is no more than a purloined copy of Roman Catholicism;
and all that is wrong with Churchianity and its clandestine attachment to Atonism.
If one searches for a traditional meaning of Lambeth, it will no doubt say
something like ‘landing place for lambs’
– As it no doubt was before urbanization of the area took place and Lambeth was
still meadowland! But, how had this name originated? Once again, we have to
look to the Hebrews – ‘Lam’ is the twelfth letter of their alphabet, and ‘beth’
means ‘house of’ or ‘place of’ in their language. Furthermore, the letter ‘Lam’
is in the shape of a shepherd’s crook, which was based on a similar symbol from
Ancient Egypt. So, Lambeth has had a connection, via shepherds, sheep, lambs
and crooks, going right back to Ancient Egypt, and goodness only knows where
else before this; only then to be appropriated by the possessive mania of the Hebrews.
William Blake, the renowned mystic, must have known a thing or two when he said
and discretely seemed to intimate this when writing the following:

‘The Surrey hills glow like the
clinkers of the furnace: Lambeth Vale;
where Jerusalem’s foundations began;
where they were laid in ruins.’

So, in enacting what BTLP was mystically-tasked
to do, I guess he couldn’t help but feel he would always be in mortal danger, especially
when knowingly setting out on his pilgrimage. I was later to write in ‘Brian
and the Rainbow Men’:

‘Brian's wife eventually turned off the main road, drove cautiously
through a small village, and parked beside a disused slaughterhouse. By this
time, a very tired Brian was languishing in his own small world of perfection,
but realized he was still powerless to convince others that he was fighting for
their lives. Overcome with fear, he knew he would soon be on stage, facing
hostile disbelievers who would rather die than admit somebody knew more than themselves.
But, he had to accept there was no escape from the folk who lived on the
narrow-minded hill of ignorance. Brian, the Lamb, was about to enter the
arena as their entertainer, and the close proximity of the abattoir all at once
seemed highly prophetic.’

Later, when I wrote ‘Brian and the Animate God’, when BTLP
was still struggling to make my presence known to the literary world, which was
not unexpectedly deaf to his overtures, bearing in mind what my first book had
related, the following appears:

“... I was born in the sacred gate-house
to Lambeth Palace, you know; I demand the right
to be acknowledged as the ‘Lambeth Pilgrim’,
planet Earth’s latter-day custodian of the heavenly keys.”

Even then, BTLP would
not have known of all that would later mystically-colour his life, right up to
the present, to modulate and reveal the true meaning behind what I had written.
In this article, I just want to set the record straight – That out of the sordid remnants of our duplicitous past, BTLPwas born to give light, hope and
balance to our tortured world. For, I wrote when BTLP and I ventured out onto
our bitter-sweet, teleported excursion into his past the following:

‘We were travelling on a double-decker
tramcar as it rattled and swayed along the tortuous network of rails that once
criss-crossed Greater London,
connecting one world with another. It was one of those chilly, damp,
featureless English days. Heavy skies, obstinate mist, and grey in every hue
had stamped their mark; whilst streets, monot­onously lined with colourless,
grimy brick buildings did very little to cheer the cockles of the heart. This
zero-option backdrop to Brian’s newly acquired consciousness could hardly have
looked more foreboding, considering that almost two thousand years before
another somewhat more widely acknowledged child had been born, allegedly to
give light to the world. That light, it was to be revealed later to Brian, was
sadly in need of a new mantle before it flickered out completely, leaving the
remnant gas supply to asphyxiate us all.’

So, fellow travellers, there’s not a lot
left to say about the serendipitous and mystical happenings in the life of BTLP,
except to emphasize that he’s still active in Sri Lanka, running the Cosmos
Coconut Club, to further the cause of his mystically-inspired cosmogony and
pilgrimage; and strangely (or can anything be classified as strange in his
life?) the club is in the garden of his
residence in an area known as Lambert Estate, named after the person who
acquired the whole area in the dim and distant past. Is this just coincidence?
I don’t think so! For, when I was last in conclave with Brian, my lifelong companion,
he just smiled at such an absurd idea, and was quick to add that even to reach
his old family-house in Haycroft Road, Brixton, Lambeth, London, where
he had dwelt for twenty years, one had to approach it from the main road, via Lambert
Road. He then explained that the word Lambert had the more Germanic
meaning of ‘Bright Land’, or even more broadly meant ‘Innocent’. I therefore
have to conclude that whatever anyone else might want to think to the contrary
that Brian, the Lamb, of old, and Brian, the Lambeth Pilgrim, still remains Brian,
the Lamb - But a very much more illumined and far less ‘woolly’ version of the
old! I rest my case!

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Something
has been bothering me for years, now; hence, the reason for this article. So, fellow travellers, please bear with me,
until I rid my mind of what I feel to have been a grave injustice both to me
and Edgar Cayce. Again, to air this
concern, I now only have to repeat an extract from the fourth part of my
whimsical quartet ‘On the Square plus
One’, ‘Dream to Reality’. With all that has, without question, been my mystically-inspired
existence for, at least, the last
thirty-odd years, I think you’ll understand why I still believe that the Association of
Research andEnlightenment’s apathy towards
my overtures ought to be questioned. The extract follows:

*******

Rainbow Man Ray banked the
Chariot of Fire, drew on the reins,
and within seconds had the spectral
team stop treading air. We were thus rendered stationary and advised by
the wonder-light to look down. Far
below, but crystal clear and bathed in late afternoon sunlight, a time-honoured
sight greeted our eyes. We were directly over the Great Pyramid of Cheops and the Sphinx
– the sprawling metropolis of a modern Cairo,
lying in stark contrast to their ancient splendour, away to our port
stern.

"Ooh,
look at those!" Rani cried out
excitedly, wriggling her bottom in her seat and urgently pointing down,
"I’ve seen pictures of them and heard about them, but I never thought I’d
see them with my own eyes."

"Rani, when in a lucid
dream-state anything is possible," the wonder-light explained. "…You’re able to astral-plane to anywhere you wish, or do whatever you desire, once
you’ve learnt the art. And you don’t
have to answer to anyone else. It’s your very
own subconscious link to the fourth
dimension of your existence and the access to Universal freedom – free of
charge, and therejust for the taking.

"Never mind, Rani, you soon will, once you’ve been to
RainbowLand and been initiated into the JuniorSection of the Cosmos Club.

"That’s right, isn’t it,
Sir?"

Brian was shaken out of his
reverie. "Yes, yes, of course!" my host murmured dutifully. It was a
token response, though.

I could sense that Brian’s
thoughts were well entrenched, back in the past, dwelling vividly upon his own strange psychic initiation into the revered ranks of the Cosmos Club. For, in 1980, during his cosmically ordained pilgrimage back to the
cradle of mankindin Africa, as
part and parcel of this initiation, and whilst his plane was banking over – and
he was compulsively gazing down at – these self-same
antiquities, they had given up their well-kept
ancient secret to him – the enigmatic
number sequence that eventually led him to formulate the symbolic equation for the progression of
CosmicIntelligence, the inherent Code contained within the Universal Seed,
had been infused into his brain. And this symbolic
equation can be considered as important, if not far more important, than Einstein’s own symbolic Energy
equation. It must help to bridge the
enormous gulf that still exists betweenmodernscience and old-style religion. And
yet people can still scoff at it, either not understanding or, perhaps more to
the point, not wanting to understand its fundamental and profound meaning. Who the hell is this Brian, they probably
ask? The man must be a complete and utter nut case trying to spawn such an outrageous idea, they might well
add. However, just like the frog at the bottom of the well that does not even
want to know what a tree looks like, such sceptical critics are the kiss of
death to the progress of consciousness towards a perfect state. Therefore,
rather than to be pitied for their ignorance, they deserve to be castigated for
it. But, who in power will dare to promote the revelations of Brian, and take
the sceptics to task, I have to ask? For the time being, nobody readily comes
to mind.

"Brings back some pretty
powerful memories, eh, Sir?" Rainbow
Man Ray continued. "And you’ve tried so hard to get their psychic message across. But, here we
are, still trying, and with no doubt a long way to go before there’ll be any
chance of success."

"How right you are,"
Brian replied, expressing a loud sigh. "You know, it’s quite incredible
how even the people and organisations that tread almost the same psychic path towards enlightenment as
ourselves choose to dismiss my heartfelt overtures to them as being of no
consequence at all. It’s so infuriating to be treated like some kind of
scheming usurper who’s trying to con
his way into the sacrosanct precincts
of their very own self-importance.

"I shall never forget the
time…"

Before Brian was able to
elaborate, however, Rainbow Man Ray
decided to cut what might well have developed into an explosive diatribe short.

"I
know exactly how you feel, Sir!" interrupted the wonder-light; because, as you know, we don’t miss a thing in Rainbow Land. But, let me tell the sorry tale for you, Sir…
There’s a very good reason for this. And you, if you don’t mind my saying so,
do seem to be bit hot under the collar
at the moment."

"…You can read my
mind?" Brian asked, never doubting the answer.

"Of course I can, Sir –
anything’s possible in Rainbow Land.
You must have learnt this fact of four-dimensional
life by now."

Brian did not reply. He just
gave a polite nod of resignation.

"Thank you, Sir… Now,
Byron, this low-down is for your
benefit, and best related at this strategic point of our astral mission of mercy."

I felt honoured that Rainbow Man Ray should take my future
role as author into consideration. Useful snippets of information, presented in
the right context, were priceless. Little did I know, though, how important and
overwhelming one of these particular snippets was to be. And I was to be the
one who’d be obliged to make it common knowledge.

"It was like this, Byron…

"Brian decided it would be
a good idea to make a powerful overture to the Association of Research andEnlightenment, the foundation created by Edgar Cayce, the
so-called Prophets’ Prophet. He
wanted to let them know just how uncannily accurate their own founder’s
prophecies – relating to the Great
Pyramid, and mademore than fifty
years before – had been when his own
psychic experiences of 1980 were taken into serious consideration.

"He therefore sent them a
detailed statement of the facts, together with a brief synopsis of your
trilogy, hoping they would see the merit in publishing it – partly to endorse the prophecies of their
founder and ofcourse to create a
larger readership for your new whimsical bible.

"Alas, true to form,
Brian’s cosmically inspiredseeds of wisdom once again fell upon stony ground. He was told, quite
politely, it has to be said, that he was obviously having a very interesting journey of his own, but
the foundation only published books that covered the life and works of their
founder. They were sorry, but this was their policy – seemingly cast in stone!

"So, Byron, as far as Edgar
Cayce’s foundation is presently concerned, the detailed predictions made by
their founder, concerning the Great
Pyramid, have not come true.

"Do they care? It seems
not! And it’s hard to understand why, even in Rainbow Land. "However, as far as we’re concerned, they have cometrue, and this should be recorded for posterity…

"Edgar Cayce
predicted in a state of trance that the Great
Pyramid would give up its ancient
secret in 1997. Brian was psychically
acquainted with this secret in 1980, but it was not until seventeen years
later, in 1997, as you were about to complete work on your new bible, and the
threat of a Terminal Solution for
mankind had passed, that this cosmiclow-down was given to the Association
of Research and Enlightenment.

"He also claimed that the Great Pyramid served as a storage place
for the whole of human history and prophecies up to the year 1998, all recorded in the basic languages of
mathematics, geometry and astronomy. And that it was an initiation temple, where even Jesus was initiated during his
missing years as a preparation for
his public mission… Byron, is the number sequence,that finally led to the formula for
Universal Intelligence, Y equals X squared plus One, psychically transmitted to
Brian – during his own initiation into the Cosmos Club – not proof of this? Of
course it is… And why should its history and prophecies end by the year 1998? Because from
thereon, after the threat of a Terminal
Solution for mankind had passed at the end of 1997 and your bible for the New Age of Enlightenment was finished,
there was no further need for a covert
store of information. The Secret of the
Universal Seed, the spiritual blueprint for human progress, had passed into
the public domain, by virtue of your trilogy having being published, albeit as
a limited edition, at the beginning of 1998.

"And, now, Byron, the final
and most intriguing of Edgar Cayce’s prophecies – that in 1998 there
would be a Second Coming of Jesus.
How and in what form, it has to be asked? When Brian dictated the script of Brian and the Rainbow Men to you, did he
not, having the fullauthority of the psychic voice that
finalised his initiation into the Cosmos Club, state the following: there will be a Second Coming, but it will
not quite be the one they expected. The battle of Armageddon has already beendecided – inside Brian’s head – I think
you will agree, it was safer there. We also know that reincarnation is the only form of continuity leading to the Animate God and the perfect state of consciousness. So, who do you thinkis now, in
1998, the reincarnation of Jesus? Before you give your answer, though, consider whom it was who first cried out for
assistance, as a voice in Brian’s head"

I was astounded by what the wonder-light was inferring, and so I
believe was my host. Brian now sat with his head hanging – almost in shame, it seemed! – for never once had Brian thought of
himself as being another Jesus. His character was so vastly different to
that of the man who had been revered for two thousand years as the epitome of all that was pure in body, mind and
soul. Or this is what generations of people since his life and times had
been led to believe.

"But you don’t mean what I
think you mean?" I ventured to say, almost dreading the answer. "You
can’t mean Brian?"

"Why not?"

Well, just think of the inevitable
consequences. Isn’t it onerous and dangerous enough that he’s already being
portrayed as a Cultural Hero aboard aChariot of Fire, blazing a brand-new
cosmic message, without the added burden of now being putforward as Jesus’ reincarnated spirit?"

"I agree," interjected
Brian, suddenly finding a voice. "Why me?"

"It’s horses for courses, cosmic
style, all over again, Brian," Rainbow
Man Ray explained. "Who on Earth can you name who would be
better suited to take on this role? With your cosmic track record and present mission
to fulfil, a controversial character such as you is necessary to start the sort
of spiritual course correction that
your misled species so badly needs. Remember that Edgar Cayce also
stated that with this Second Coming
there would be cataclysmicEarth
changes. This you can take to mean in the
form of a social revolution. Because, let’s face it, Christianity itself, on apolitical and powergame level, has only led to endless
conflict and misery. Brian, you know as well as I do that this state of affairs
cannot be allowed to continue unabated into an Age of Enlightenment."

"So, I guess, it’s in for a penny, in for a pound,"
Brian retorted, rather reluctantly. "Byron, you’ve heard what Rainbow Man Ray has told us. I suppose
we have to bow to its superior know-how,
and have you record it all as stated." He then went on, as if trying to
convince himself that all would in the long run be okay. But, his words were of
pretty cold comfort – to me at least! "I suppose also that it won’t really
matter about the blast of furore that
will result as a consequence of this latest
bombshell. At our abysmal rate of progress in getting any message broadcast – as Rainbow
Man S’myth has already told us – we should have gone off on a new adventure longbefore the shit really hits the fan. And all the sceptics will then have is
just a myth of our ever existing at all to vent their indignation on –
we’ll be beyond caring!"

"That’s the jolly old
ticket, Sir," enthused the wonder-light, patting Brian on the back.
"Be of good cheer.

"And now I’ve got all that Great Pyramid stuff orf me chest let’s make
ourselves scarce here and sling our
’ooks, at a leisurely pace,
towards Israel. We’ve still got a bit of Earth-time to kill in order to catch Ahmed in the Land of Nod."

*******

Enough
said, I feel; except to repeat that when I read this now, the only thing I
would change is everything relating to the word psychic and the like. Mystic
would be far more appropriate. One must always live and learn by experience. Amen!

Monday, June 10, 2013

Serendipity is a wondrous
thing! Yes, serendipity! One thing
leads to another! Where an event or activity results in another that you have usually not planned!
Well, thank goodness, my life has been forever blessed with them. This said, I
would now like to relate how it has yet
again revealed itself and led me to making yet
another of my myth-busting pronouncements.Of late, of course, my mystically-inspired life had become
centred on the eventual advent of an UltimateHermaphrodite Being on Planet Earth in
the System of the Sun. In this respect, I thought I’d finished with the
subject - But, I’d thought wrong! I’d
obviously forgotten that some time ago, I’d likened Hinduism to the Ancient
Egyptian concept of having a pantheon of gods; with one major One, and a multitude of demi-ones. When I’d acronymized my given name, I’d first synthesized it with Ancient
Egyptian myth, but as a second thought I’d also synthesized it with Hindu
myth; for good reason, it seems. I’d made it: ‘BRAHMA’: ‘REINCARNATION’: ‘I AM’: ‘ATMAN/AVATAR’: ‘NOW’: And then seemingly
relegated the thought to history. But,
this was not to be!

At
the time, apart from all I was doing trying to discover truth within falsehood, my domestic life had had to cope with the
impending loss of whom I considered to be my greatest friend and supporter in
Sri Lanka, my father-in-law. He’d
more or less been pronounced terminally ill, and daily I was going to his
bedside to try and afford him comfort. Buddhist
by background, but more and more interested in the cosmogony I’d been advocating from the clubhouse of the Cosmos Coconut Club in our garden for
the past thirteen years, he was always pleased to see me, despite the pain he
was obviously suffering. On occasions, I’d even tried a hands-on healing process, but apart from all else I feel Iam,
I’ve never considered myself to be a physical
healer. However, with my cosmogony, I certainly feel I am able to be a spiritual one. And, if I can achieve nothing else, I simply hope my
life-after-life chats eventually pay
dividends. I’ll say no more about this now, except that this sombre situation
did provide the serendipitous
background for the rest of this tale.

One
day, I was telling my father-in-law
about the Sphinx being the symbolic
representation of the Ultimate Being, a Hermaphrodite.
Coincidentally (Or was it?), the
television which was still on, muted,
suddenly beamed an advert, which had been shot at the site of the Sphinx. Strange, I thought! But, then, my father-in-law called for the help of his new live-in male helper: ‘GANESH’, filled the air in a loud,
urgent tone. This immediately ran a bell in my mind: Ganesha was a pot-bellied Hindu
god with an elephant head, supposedly representing the ‘unblocker’ of blockages and wisdom. When Ganesh had finished his task, I asked my father-in-law, ‘Is that his name?’ ‘Yes, he’s a Tamil,’ was the reply. ‘That’s quite
amazing,’ I muttered, deep in thought, for another notion had entered my mind.
‘I now know why the Hindu God Ganesha
has a pot-belly and an elephant face’, I added, smiling. ‘Why?’
my father-in-law asked. ‘Because It’s a symbol of the UltimateHermaphrodite Being in disguise!’ I
beamed with delight. ‘And apart from those who introduced It in the first place, and probably
a few well-placed male gurus, the rest of the Hindus haven’t got a clue. I think Ganesh can become a guru
himself with your help’ ‘How can I do that?’ my father-in-law asked. My reply was concise. ‘By telling him in his
own language about me, and what I’ve just told you. He’s then bound to tell
others, and a water-on-the-stone
process will be put in action. You could
even become a celebrity!’ My father-in-law smiled weakly, and winced
with a sudden pain. ‘I think I’ve left it a bit late to become a celebrity,’ he
groaned. ‘Nothing is ever too late,’ I replied, gripping both his hands and
willing them to be of healing assistance. ‘Always look on the bright side of
life, rather than a gloomy Buddhist
one. Life is all you’ll ever know, now, and forever more. I’m sure you and I
will both end up part and parcel of the Ultimate
Hermaphrodite Being on Planet Earth in the System of the Sun.’ ‘Okay. I’ll
do my best,’ he sighed, before closing his eyes and lapsing into the peaceful
realm of morphine-assisted sleep.

And
it was so! Amen! But, before I end, let GANESHA
tell her/his own story in acronymic, Ancient Egyptian terms; I can’t be
bothered to search for Hindu ones. I am myself very weary, because I’ve
been writing since before dawn and it’s now nearly midday.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Sounds a
strange title, eh? Yes, but all I say and do must sound strange to all those
who still conform to the specious edicts of what has become the spiritually-insulated and demonized world of today. Fellow travellers, it’s my illumined opinion that, due to political
gerrymandering of every kind, perpetrated over thousands of years, the
spiritual wavelength to our Universal Benefactor has been seriously
impaired. Therefore, I feel, it’s high time we tried at all costs to become
comprehensively reconnected; or, as I’d rather call it, re-cosmicated. Of course, it’s not only we humans who are
completely out of kilter; so also is all else that constitutes Planet Earth in the System of the Sun.
Sadly, systematically and unwittingly, It’s
been transformed into a space-island,
derelictand detached from its host.
And this, to my Mystic Master, when I
was cosmicated in 1980, was just not
on! Hence, all I’m now trying to do, in order to correct this insidious situation. So, please, just
hear me out!

First,
let me redefine the word, island. The
mundane dictionary definition of island might read: A
land-mass, smaller than a continent,
and totally surrounded by water: Islands
may occur in oceans, seas, lakes, or rivers. To be more universally-correct, my redefined cosmos-system-substitute
would be: Any mass, smaller than its system, and totally surrounded by space, water, or artificial barrier: Islands may occur in space itself, oceans, seas, lakes, rivers, or simply as a result of human
protectionism. Okay, this is just being whimsically
pedantic, but it does help me develop the article. It also serves to unite macrocosm, microcosm andnanocosm.

Now, let me consider Island Earth: Created and designed with infinite,loving care, a balanced masterpiece of artistic and scientific
perfection, strategically distanced and protected from its fiery, but essential host,
the Sun, and ideal for a state of conscious perfection to evolve
in the fullness of time. So, just what more could any emergent, conscious,
grateful, and evolving beings have
desired? I guess, nothing, if these emergent
beings had been anything but insidiously
manipulated and grossly misinformed human beings.

This said; let me now address the dire state of insular
activity on Island Earth. As I
described in Brian and the Rainbow Men:
What
an intolerable arrogance had now developed throughout the human species, as
each isolated pocket of emancipated squalor endeavoured to inflict its own
brand of partially en­lightened influence over the other. Everybody thought
they knew best, especially those with the most power and the loudest voices.
And even those who followed their misguided leaders out of conviction, fear, or
just plain apathy were still ar­rogant enough to believe their actions were
justified. What could be done when the blind were leading the blind? The
evolution of the comprehensive intellectual faculty was being retarded by
teachings that were archaic, were shrouded with contrived mystery, did little
to quell primeval fear and misery, and withheld from the bulk of the emergent
intelligence every indication – that had been given to it by the Guiding Power so many times over its
long evolutionary period – of what the Universe
and man's place in It was
really all about.

Well, nothing has yet changed. Human beings are still being cajoled into doing everything by perversive power groups ever trying to
create ever more islands - Even
within islands! Divide, rule, and finally
enslavehumanity is the devilishobjective of the controlling
elite’smanipulative, inhuman, ploy. Emanating from every form
of barrier, natural or artificial,
contrived or condoned, and all founded on false
premise, humans have sadly become the sordidcustodians of Island Earth; itself now a spiritualoutcast in the otherwise balanced and evolutionary aspiration of Universal Intelligence. Yes, fellow
travellers: We are now a disgrace to Y=
X squared plus One! So, unless we
can emancipate ourselves from this superimposeddeath-wish syndrome, and start to
abide by an eternal-life-after-life-wish
state of being, we could very soon find ourselves on the slippery slope to non-existence – Although, just by way of
the slightest glimmer of hope, my Mystic
Master, the Ultimate Force, my Higher
Self, did intimate that I, and other members of Its Cosmos Club, would be granted special dispensation! Amen!

What
to do? Well, first, in spite of all that’s said above, let’s try to rid
ourselves of the mental image of the
word, island. Universal Intelligence brooks no such insular terminology. Everything in the evolvingCosmos is
necessary and interconnected; even though, seemingly, it may appear not to be.
Totally balanced Unity is the
intrinsic nature of Its very
existence. It’s just human misconceptions that have introduced islands, areas of needless division,
into IF’s otherwise balanced cosmic existence. Let’s just hold that
certain things need to be detached from others for reasons of danger,
protection and self-preservation, but without disrupting the efficacious nature
of Cosmic Unity, either temporal or spiritual. Then, at least, a start would have been made on a route
to re-cosmication. A big ask, I know;
but essential if our conscious heritage
is ever to be salvaged.

What,
then, if the above could become viable? Well, in spite of all that humans might
now but, alas, foolhardily, consider
sacred or cast in stone forever, so
to speak, there would have to be major physical
changes effected over the whole surface of the then mentallyre-cosmicated
planet. Outdated, erroneous images would need to be replaced, or suitably
adapted, to suit the new philosophy.
One change immediately comes to mind: All ‘+’, cross-of-death- symbols, on church-spires and like would need to be
changed for ‘x’, crosses-of-life-ones;
with gargoyles, etcetera, of devils and demons erased: And I don’t think you
have to be too mystic or psychic to dream up many other classic
examples yourselves. It would be really mind-boggling. But, if we are to be
completely re-cosmicated, it will just
have to happen eventually! All Abrahamicbogus belief-systems will have to go:
Reincarnation belief-systems will need to
be adapted: And all would be replaced by a Cosmicated Communal Concept – A
Science of the Whole! Yes,fellow
travellers, yet another mystically-manipulatedCCC acronym!

May
the Force be with us, in bringing
about this much-needed and comprehensive upgrading of our wondrous planetary
home. Amen!

Sunday, May 26, 2013

In
amplification of the penultimate paragraph of my article Man Diffused (Defused) – According to Brian!, I feel it appropriate
to republish an email I sent to a Tobago
and Trinidadian some four years ago. It was, alas, never answered. It read:

Hi there,

I've
only just found your website and the article in the T&T News - Very
interesting! I've just posted the following comment on the blog there, which I
hope will help to serve your cause. I was never physically initiated as a Mason
on the Square, but being psychically-initiatedonto the Square plus One certainly
introduced me to a living state of nirvana.
And if this works for me, it could surely work for others. I'd welcome comment
back from you.

My comment read:

Message from a Kindred Spirit

Ancient Kemet will rise again! An interesting concept especially when related to my
occult and psychicinitiation into the Egyptian Mystery School
of Cheops in 1980, whereby in a spontaneous and altered state of
consciousness, I was spiritually
cleansed over a four-day period without sleep, subjected to a symbolic
pilgrimage back to the cradle of mankind in Africa,
made privy to the evolving intelligence of the universe, and perhaps more importantly made aware of
the essential part that mankind is supposed to be playing in bringing this
intelligence to a balanced state of conscious perfection – The fruition of the cosmic seed, no less! Well, Ancient Kemet most certainly rose in me;
and as an important rider to my initiation I was tasked to record the
experience and disseminate its edicts without getting persecuted in the
process; since it would de facto cut across thousand of years of politicized,
personalized and diversified religious and philosophical gerrymandering that
seemed to have become almost cast in stone. Old habits, especially bad ones,
die hard, and proponents of the ingrained divide-and-rule status quo are not
likely to acquiesce to such radical edicts without invoking every diabolical
means within their corrupted power to prevent them from usurping their
otherwise specious authority. As was the case of the Kemet-initiated Jesus before me, it was not intended that I suffer
a similar fate – Hence, the whimsical nature of my packaged quartet ‘On the Square plus One’. It would be
impossible to describe all aspects of this edition as part of this message, but
details about it and my ongoing effort to propound the message by a dripping on
the stone technique are given in my websites, www.vigiltrust.co.uk and www.cosmosclub.blogspot.com. All
I’d like to add here is what I consider to be a concluding statement to this
effort, which I hope will help to augment your own well-defined thoughts on the
subject. It reads:

My Ongoing Mission
– A Concluding Overview

After
nearly thirty years of rigorous self-analysis, comprehensive religious,
philosophical and psychical research, and the publication of copious associated
literary works since my cosmication in 1980, I remain the unsung
hero of my very own mythological quest to blaze a sensible trail through
today's minefield of conventional and mostly outmoded thought and deed.
Not surprising, I guess, when the message I was cosmically tasked to disseminate is generally at odds with five
thousand years of conventional divide-and-rule, specious, politically-motivated
and partisan beliefs that have infected today’s world with the almost incurable
cancer of competitive cultures and rabid extremism. And let’s face it – Who but
a few would willingly deign to heed and acknowledge the psychically-inspired Utopian vision and wisdom of an almost
non-entity known as Brian, the Lambeth
Pilgrim, and his symbolic Rainbow Men
cosmic ambassadors? Nevertheless, I know full well that many folk talk a lot
about me; but most choose not to talk to me; and I don’t have to be too psychic to understand why. Therefore,
let me remain the unsung hero in the jaundiced eyes of a mainly deluded world,
yet be happy in the knowledge that my Psychic
Master’s most cogent resurrected message has been duly delivered and is
slowly but surely being spread by bush telegraph. And this is the way the
message was meant to be dispensed. ‘No
more religions and no more martyrs, Brian’ was an important proviso
relative to my extraordinary and very exacting introduction to the astral realm
of the Psychic Master’s Cosmos Club.

That
the Great Pyramid of Cheops was
involved in putting me ‘On the Square
plus One’ is beyond doubt, and all that has since happened to authenticate
what was psychically fed into my mind
in 1980 has now made me more and more convinced that I was then, over four days
and nights without sleep, subjected to similar initiation process that would
have been used to initiate far more spiritually-prepared adepts at the Ancient Egyptian Mystery School of Cheops
into firmly believing in life-everlasting and death as just an illusionary
aspect of one’s eternal journey towards conscious perfection. However, because
I was not more spiritually-prepared before my own ‘crash course’ initiation into such mysteries, I conclude that the
severe mental trauma I suffered as a result of my initiation, and the fact that
it then took me ten years to sensibly equate with it, was not really to be
unexpected. Fortuitously, though, I survived to fulfill the cosmic task
expected of me. And this done, I now intend to conclude my written and verbal
overtures to the public with the following bold statement, which has also been
posted at the Cosmos Coconut Club in Sri
Lanka. This said there seems little more worth my adding in the future, as
in illumined Kundalini circles I once
again have to repeat that to those who understand no further explanation is
necessary but to those who do not no further explanation is possible. The
statement reads:

COSMOS COCONUT CLUB INTENT FOR 2009 AND
ONWARDS…

Psychically, I was initiated into the Egyptian Mystery School of Cheops in 1980 for it seems one reason –
To impart spiritual wisdom and a reassurance of life-everlasting to all those
who by self-experience within the sanctum of their own existence are desirous
of heeding the message.

In
this respect, explanation from the www.opencheops.org website seems in order – The initiate system,
prevailing in Egypt, was based upon
one tremendous point, that the individual should learn factually, actually, and
beyond question through personal experience that death is an illusion.
Immortality is the summit of man’s problem. They had developed a science by
which they could communicate the fact, example, and circumstance of death
directly to another person. In other words, the initiates of the Mystery Schools were persons who had
lived, died and been born again in this world.

I WAS NO EXCEPTION TO THIS PROCESS.

The
above statement as well as this article now concludes:

THE AWAKENING OF ANY INDIVIDUAL IS
DEEMED A COSMIC EVENT.

Brian

Cosmos
Coconut Club

Sri Lanka

*******

When
I read this now, the only thing I would change is everything relating to the
word psychic and the like. Mystic would be far more appropriate.
One must always live and learn by experience. Hotep! Amen!

I guess I ought not to become surprised if the idea for
yet another radical article suddenly invades my mind. After all my mystically-inspired life has so far had
to offer, I not only ought not to be surprised; but far rather come to expect,
it seems, that one will almost, as if by
magic, always materialize. And so it was with this one. I was reflecting
that sometime in the past, in a place that now escapes my mind – Maybe it was
even in a lucid dream! – I’d written something that didn't quite ring true with
the mandate I’d been mystically
tasked to promote. I’d said: My mystically-inspired
cosmogony, based on the Y=X Squared plus
One formula, should be called Brianism
for the sake of a better name: All that was needed to be a confirmed believer
of it – As everyone acted as their own temple, so to speak! – was to be truly
in accord with cosmic harmony: And simply state sincerely to themselves ‘I believe’
three times. It was as easy as that. It wasn’t a brand new religion; but a much-needed and balancedscience
of the whole. What was therefore wrong with the concept? The word Brianism! It was making the new belief
too personalized and ismdidn't sound right either.
Something more telling was needed. For generality,
its title had to be made more
appropriate for all concerned. So, my search for a new title began.

I’d become a mystically-inspired
and self-styledCosmic, as a result of all that had happened to and transformed me.
So, this had to be a good start, I thought. Cosmic
just had to be in the title but if not with an ism, what else. Of course, make it an ianity. The word Cosmicianity
had thus been coined. But, then, the thought came to me that this ianity was not doing much for Christianity. I dismissed this notion,
however; as, in my opinion, original Christianity
had been totally corrupted by Churchianity. Furthermore, the Spirit of Jesus the much-misrepresented Christ
had figured notably in my Cosmication.
Yes, it had to stay! Now, what would make this general term appear paramount and suitable for everyone?

Once again, serendipity
– An ity, but not an ianity! – seemed
to come to my aid: I suddenly became mystically-inspired to reread part of
the fourth part of my quartet ‘On the
Square plus One’, ‘Dream to Reality’, my own myth to whimsically override all others of the past. It concerned
the imaginative, teleported excursion I’d made to my spiritual realm, Rainbow Land,
with my lifelong companion, Byron Warbash.
This might seem like trivia to you, fellow
travellers. But, please bear with me. For, to me, it became another example
of mystically-manipulated
perfectibility, Ultimate-Force style,
and enabled me, whimsically, and with
good reason, to link this article back to something I wrote some fifteen years
ago; and long before I ever thought my life was to going to continue in the
vein it has. I hope this doesn'tbore the
butt off you, but the extract now follows:

Rainbow Man Spin-doctor Pan
positioned itself before us with a token hop, step and a jump. Presumably, this
had to be its practised gimmick. Since it raised a unified cry of "Who's a cheeky little rascal, then?"
from what seemed the whole Assembly, with maybe the exception of the Leading Light, the Leader of the House, and Sparkle,
that by this time appeared to have lapsed into a moribund state of nuclear
finality. And, the opposite end of the spectrum from Rainbow Man Spin-doctor Myth, the whiz kid of myth
development was not surprisingly clad in a romper suit of shocking red. So shocking
was it that our reaction to it must have armed the flamboyant little character
with its opening gambit.

"Okay, you two, I can see
by the expression on Brian’s face that my gaudy uniform betrays my overall
level of success in the crazy field
of myth development. But, I make no
apologies for either my pathetic play onwords, or the undeniable fact that to date my elemental influence over planet Earth'sthree-dimensional conduct has been an unmitigated waste of my four-dimensional time.

"Jingling jester's bells, I swear – by Every-thing the Ultimate Force
represents – that not only have those perverse
mankind buggers there practically blotted
theirthree-dimensional copybook;
but they've also done their level best to convert our simplistic, child-like, elementaldream world into a lurid archetypalsin-bin, embracing the most horrific nightmare scenario.

"And this, Brian, is just not cosmically on."

"Shame on them! Shame on them!" rang out from the benches,
while Rainbow Man Spin-doctorPan performed another little hop, skip
and a jump, and I took stock of the indictment levelled against mankind.

And, in this respect, I came to
the immediate conclusion that, at this point in the story, a few words of
explanation might well be necessary. Therefore, without wishing to appear too highbrow or toffee-nosed, heregoes.

*******

Brian’s
fourth-dimensional realm is Rainbow Land. But, symbolically, it could be whatever or however anyone else wants to call it or try to understand it. Regardless, it has been part and parcel of the Universe
ever since the Seedof the Universe was germinated by the Big Bang,
courtesy of theUltimate Force, and the explosive
nature of this Genesis Event created
a chaotic situation that could only
by natural evolution be brought under
control.

Notwithstanding this chaotic state of cosmic affairs, and although aiding the implementation of this
control, this fourth-dimensional
realm did not de facto have any psychic influence – or a Mind at Large! – until Life Itself evolved. It was hard-disk-dead, so to speak. But, with
the advent of Life, and living mind'snatural link with its fourth-dimensional
counterpart, the Mind at Large became
active. It gave inspirational guidanceto, and, in return, received an ever-increasing amount of collective hard-disk data from its three-dimensional, conscious, living offspring
– the embryonic, conscious mind of
its Animate Godin the making.

I’m sorry if I happen to be
boring you with this fundamental
snippet of cosmic know-how. But, it
does lead to a bottom line, which I
can assure you won’t now be too long coming
right up. So, please, bear with me. It is not easy – in just a few short
paragraphs – to explain the nature of elementals
and archetypes, and the heinous effects they are both, at
this time, having on your fourth-dimensional
realm, which is the subconscious
world of your dreams. And, if you
can’t take my word for this fact, ask any schizophrenic,
if you perchance know one.

So, back to the nitty-gritty:

Given this Mind-to-mind system, after a while, serious problems in the fourth-dimensional realm started to
manifest themselves. The animate mind
was sending all the wrong psychic
impressions to the Mind at Large.
Something was dreadfully wrong, and the Universe
was starting to lose its galactic balance;
the tail had startedto wag the dog, to quote a well-abused
canine metaphor. And this was when Brian – the
Lambeth Pilgrim – was hastily and brusquely cosmicated to do something about it.

You see, initially, the animate mind was quite content to view Nature with wonder and awe. It was like
the mind of any newly born child,
linked to Nature, but with no Earthly axe to grind. It was just happy to accept Nature as either a fantastic
help or a ruddy hindrance,
depending on how it affected the environment in which it found itself. There
were no other sinister implications. Damn it all! Nature was just Nature,
and that was that.

But, then, slowly but surely,
the animate mind began to have some inspired ideas. Where was all this inspiration coming from, the animate mind asked itself? And, not understanding its natural link with its fourth-dimensional realm of existence
and its ultimate purpose, it nevertheless convinced itself that these inspired ideas were emanating from a higher form of intelligence. And that this intelligence
also dictated the interplay between
what has now become the antiquated
conception of the basicelements -earth, air, fire and water. When, all the time, it was its veryownintelligence dictating to itself by virtue of its subconscious connection to the fourth-dimensional realm.

Pity be, it has to be said. The animate mind was just not aware of this.
Because, this non-existenthigher intelligence never leton
that this was so. Not surprising, I
suppose! And, alas, the ever-evolving animate
mind laboured on, making big mountains out of molehills or, more to the
point perhaps, turning naturalphenomena into an ever-increasing hotchpotch of ficklepersonified elementals
– that, in many ways, were quite
undesirable! Mythical manifestations
of the Earth Spirit in all shapes and
varieties went flooding into the fourth-dimensional
realm, ranging across the spectrum from good
fairies to evil monsters, hell-bent on wreaking vengeance on those with the animate mind. Without realizing it, the animate mind had become masochisticto itself.

Much worse was to come. All
these personified elementals had to have elemental bosses, the animate mind
convinced itself. At this, the personification of the Supervising Nature
Spirits themselves, the Gods, was woven into the personified elemental scheme
of things. Woe upon woe, because the nature of some of these personified
elementals was far from good, it meant that their bosses had to be far from
good, the animate mind figured. Hence, personified Devils that supervised such
dreadful personified elementals began to rear their ugly heads. And, with these
additional misguided thought-waves polluting the fourth-dimensional realm,
animate mind had become even more masochistic unto itself. It had turned its
own dream-state into an archetypal mine-field.

And, what in the sacred name of the Ultimate Force are Archetypes,
ask yourself, as Carl Gustav Jung himself has long since passed on to a brand-new life-after-life adventure?
Never mind, I’ll tell you. They are powerful primordial images that manifest themselves in most peoples’ dream-states and other fantasies that do not necessarily arise
from your personal experience, but
seemingly emanate from an ancient library
of collectiveunconscious imagery. In other words, they are a psychic equivalent of unsolicited junk mail that you, poor sod, have to take on board when in
your dream-state you tap into the fourth-dimensional realm of your
existence, the Universe's Mind at Large.
And, none of this is your own fault – it’s all because the animate mind got the wrongend of the cosmic stick, also through
no fault of its own.

Having said all this, I really
don’t have to tell you what, since time
immemorial, a diverse succession of political
wangles on the part of religious and
mystery schools have done to the fourth-dimensional realm. But, I will.
They turned it into a mythical assessment
centre, of diabolical magnitude,
that doesn't even exist, except in
the vulnerable, unsuspectingmind of Man at Large. And this is the pitiful
state of cosmic affairs that Brian
and I now have to address and try, by any means at our disposal, to mythically rectify. The fourth-dimensional realm of animate cosmic existence, the Universal Mindat Large, has to be made with all speed a far nicer place in
which to spend our subconscious time,
life after lifeafter life – a dream-land
fit for an Animate God, no less!

Enough said, I feel; perhaps
more thanenough! And, once again,
may I apologize for having interrupted the whimsical
flow of the story. But, when needs must,
as the old adage goes! And, once enlightened
to the fact that your Heaven has
always been on Earth, life afterlife after life, and not in the Nowhere Realm of Nature's Code, which is simply
trying against all odds to do Itscosmic
best, I think you’ll readily accept my apology.

Of
course, my closing sentiment has to be that in an enlightened society one has no need to apologize – there is no
guilt – so, now, back to the House of
Lights and the further cosmic
wisdom of Rainbow Man Spin-doctor Pan.

Oh, I nearly forgot! Where did I
glean all this important know-how?
Another little Rainbow Man that
wished to remain nameless slipped me a memorandum, when I was later in the House of Light's toilet. And, believe
me; I was certainly relieved in more
ways than one.

*******

"Well
then, now I've got that that little lot off
mychest, let me tell you, no prizes for guessing, everyone just calls
me Rainbow ManS'pan, for short. There are three reasons for this. The first is
that Rainbow Man Spin-doctorPan is such a cosmic mouth-full. The second is that throughout my long and inspirational existence I've tried – unsuccessfully I might add – to span the chasm between the animate mind and the fourth-dimensional realm. And the third
– and by no means least – is that,
having tried to redirect Greek mythology
down the right path, by introducing a bit of impish humour into it, I was stuck with the handlePan; and, thus, condemned to be likened,
ever since, to a little rascal Rainbow
Man that never really wanted to grow up."

At this, Rainbow Man S’pan feigned sadness, as it once more went through
its time-honoured ritual. And the benches resounded to a carousal of
sympathetic ah's, before it could go
on to entertain us with its humorous tale
of mythological woe.

"Of course, Sir," it continued, this time
raising doleful eyes towards the Leading
Light and striking a theatrical pose of pious supplication, "the poor itinerantGuiding Power didn't have much joy getting the rightmessage across, either – until Brian came on the fourth-dimensional scene. So, what Earthly chance did I stand, if the Ultimate Force's left-hand offspring
couldn't do the business? Fair do's, now – I was only Chief Assistant
to the Assistant Chief. "

The Leading Light gave a fiery nod of approval.

"No, Sir!" Rainbow Man S’pan went on, back to
addressing us. "My role was to follow in the wake of the Guiding Power's inspirational efforts, tart up the heavy stuff with a modicum of humour, and try to make sure its bottom-line message didn't get myth-understood
or myth-interpreted – if you get the inspired,
lisping joke!"

While Rainbow Man S’pan laughed out loud at its own joke – corny as it was – we couldn't help but
be impressed with the entertaining show it was presenting. It seemed the Sunshine
Society, regardless of success or dismal failure, could really take nothing
seriously. And I guess this was only to be expected in an illusoryrealm that was
the epitome of the perfect state of beingto date, and in which each hallucinatory image had done its very best to do what it was supposed to have done. The show continued apace:

"…Well, as I’ve told you,
Sir, I failed miserably to impress and persuade any of those block-heads that I came into hallucinatory contact with to see the light… They simply wouldn't get
it into their noddles that they were
the actual raw-meat-on-the-bone,
conscious, living ancestors-to-be of
the emergent Animate God – and that this was what the Seed of the Universe was all about. It was all really pathetic
until you entered into our fourth-dimensional
existence, courtesy of the Ultimate Force
Itself…Old UF really sprung us a grand surprise when It produced
you as the joker in Itscosmic order of things. But, as you
know, at the time It was getting desperate – the Universe was
beginning to lose its galactic balance
because Itsanimate fruit had
a death wish that was in turn causing
cosmic depressionand anarchy…

"Anyway, Sir, let’s not
dwell on the serious side of what’s gone on – it’s just like matter sucked into thevortex of a depressing black hole now! I
know where you’re coming from, and I
know where you’re going – because we in
Rainbow Land never miss a trick… So, let me take you on a fast-moving
anecdotal trip down my memory-lane –
I’m already well acquainted with yours."

Naturally, I was pleased to note
that my second book of the Brian trilogy,
Brian and the Animate God, had not been totally in vain. At the very least,
RainbowMan S’pan seemed to have read it, if it knew all about the bitter-sweetastral-trip Brian and I had made into his chequered past. Though, upon further reflection, did the
inhabitants of a fourth-dimensional realm,
psychically linked as they were to
all that had ever been, is, and willbe, really need to read a book? All the know-how had to be mind-to-Mind, if all I’d been informed since being in Rainbow Land was to be believed. And,
there was very little reason to think that the Guiding Power itself was a two-timing
chip off the Old Cosmic Block, good old UF
Itself.

But, enough of my self-serving publicity stunt, to draw
attention to my previous literary efforts, and on with Rainbow Man S'pan’s even more chequered
past, as it followed mankind’s inglorious mythological
path out of Africa.

"It was such a long time
ago when I first tried my very best
to come into my own as a cosmic
mind-enforcer," Rainbow Man
S’pan began. "But, as you well know, Sir, time goes so quickly when you’re
enjoying yourself.

"As a very special agent – no
rank, no frills, no double-O number – I was part of the intergalactic pest-control brigade, assigned to planet Earth
in the system of the Sun, to try and keep your species on the right cosmic
path – mythically that was!

"What a farce it all turned
out to be. And I hope, Sir, that you’ll have far more success than I ever had; however hard I tried."

I felt Brian gulp.

"Yes, Sir, from day-one, I
had that funny gut-feeling I was on a beating to nothing. Mind you, when I say
day one, I mean with your ruddy lot, so-called Homo Sapiens Sapiens, the dopey lot of self-destructive people of
dubious parentage, if you get the nuptial meaning…

"I
mean to say, I didn't really stand an
Earthly with the previous bunch.
But, I've got to forgive them. They
didn't have receptivebrain-boxes – like your lot! – when they took their aimless walk-about in and out of Africa…
No, Neanderthal man was already
doomed to go back into the melting pot
and start its life-after-life
existence all over again… And that,
Sir, is where your perverse bunch of
cosmic chancers came in…

"Without a word of a lie,
Sir – and would I lie toyou? – the Guiding Power had eventually
managed to make its psychic presence
felt in the extremely primitive lucid
dream-state of this‘ere bird right down in the Rift Valley
of Africa: 'Eave, her name was! Why? Because ‘Eave made her old cave-dwelling mate, rocky-horror
Adam'ant, feel sick every time he
looked at her. And, what happened? Don’t bother to guess, Sir; I'll tell you
what happened…

"'Eave woke with a start. ‘Adam!’
she grunted elatedly – simply because
she thought of him as this for short, and nobody could speak
properly in those days. ‘Something has just 'ugged
me in my sleep, and let meknow that I’m soon to give birth to a wonder-child that will have a brain befitting something called a God – I think it 'ugged! And that this wonder-child will go on – life
after lifeafter life – to become
the be-all-and-end-all of all Gods. Isn't this wonderful news, my precious
rock-cavehunk? Aren't you thrilled with my thoughts?’

"Adam was not at all impressed. Far from being thrilled, he rubbed sleep from his eyes, and even in the lacklustre
half-light of dawn, 'Eave had made
him feel even sicker. ‘Don’t be such a silly Neanderthalcow,’ he grunted back, in his usual loving macho way. ‘Have you been at those hallucinogenic happy leaves again? Get back to sleep; and don’t dare to disturb me with such a load ofold cobblers again.’

"But, Sir, it has to be
said that, although Adam was a male chauvinist rock-wielding pig, he
was not at a lexical loss nor impotent with his 'ugs…

"What’s the world coming
to, Adam reflected in an 'ugging, nebulous sort of way; females, churning out wonder-kids that are
capable of living forever; what the evil nature spirit next? They’ll soon want cave rule, if we macho
grunters don’t watch out. Anyway, what’s a God? Who needs one of them?
When you live, you live. And, when you snuff it, you go to a great haunted
rock-cave inthe sky, that’s fabulously decorated, and you get your card marked by the Big Chief Nature Spirit Itself, King
Rocky, the First. That’s what my instinct
tells me – and no bombed-out female
is going to tell me otherwise.

"Well, Sir, as you can now
appreciate, no doubt, even before day-one
in the slow evolutionary journey of your species out of Africa, duality was already leading to incompatibility; not only in living relationships, but also in the mythical world of the fourth-dimension. It was, way back then,
beginning to get cluttered up with so
much spiritual dross that it was
enough to make your hard-lifesurvival on Earth look like a cakewalk.

"Poor old Guiding Power, I thought. It had done
its best to get the very first wonder-child
off to the right start in life,
straight down the evolutionary road
towards the perfect state of being.
And that bigoted stone-brainAdam was already denying the existence
of this logical route with some cock and bullmythical nonsense of his own…

"Try as I might to change
his way of thinking, by invading his horrific lucid dream-state and cleansing it, he continued to slag-off the ever-suffering 'Eave until she finally gave birth to
the wonder-child of her dreams. ‘It's a girl,’ she 'ugged with joy, cutting and knotting the umbilical cord with one
hand, while slapping her into screaming, living existence with the
other.

"Yes, Sir, old 'Eave was
ambidextrous, just like you; it must run in the family."

We had to chuckle at the long-term implications of such a
statement. However, where was Rainbow Man
S’pan’s mythical story of its own all leading us, I had to ask
myself.

"Enjoyed that bit, did you,
Sir?" Rainbow Man S'pan asked,
chortling to itself. "Thought you would!" it added, before carrying
on with its anecdotal saga of planet Earth’s very firstwonder-child –
albeit a girl!

"‘What!’ 'uggedAdam, whose lucid dream-state
was getting him more and more rattled
and putting him at odds with himself. ‘Just for starters, some
interfering good-for-nothing dream
merchant tells you that you’re going to give birth to an ever-lastingwonder-kid. And, now, you've got the gall of the evil rock monster
to produce a girl. What are you trying to do – turn our world
into a breeding ground for so-called Gods that are all going tobe female?’ Not realizing how close he was to the truth, Adam left 'Eave, cradling her new prize in her arms, and returned to drawing depraved pictures on the wall of their rock-cave home. In his mind, he
was right; and she was simply off her female rocker. He was macho man – the hunter, the brave
fighter, and the born butcher… And,
what was she? She was only woman… born to
serve, and do asshe was told. He
daubed on the finishing touches to two devilish-lookingrock monsters, both very rampant macho male, that were – without any shades of grey at all –
well-practised sodomites. And he
decided there and then that he’d make certain that 'Eave, with all her wonder-kid
ideas, was never in a position to make him a laughing-stock in the eyes of his
primitive, macho peers… Never would
she be allowed to make her outrageous revelation
known to another rock-wielder in the Neanderthal African Realm of Ugger'uggerland.

"‘Eave's fate – that life
round, at least – was thus sealed… Nevertheless, confined to the area of
their rock-cave as she had been, she
still managed, against all odds, to rear her wonder-child, as any mother should. And, despite bloody-mindedAdam becoming even more depraved and malicious, the little girl
began to blossom into early puberty with all the signs that Eave's faith in her dream-state 'ugger was justified. For, little Eve – as she became known – displayed remarkable talents for
a child of her age, not least of which being that she could daub much nicer pictures than her father, whilst
making sounds with her mouth that brought a kind of melody to the air that they
breathed. Her presence was magic and Adam hated her for it. In fact, it drove
him to partake of all-powerful jolly-juice
liquor, which in his case made him far from jolly.

"Then, one gale-lashed day, with rain streaking
down like swingeing stair-rods from
the nebulous realm of his evil nature
spirits, Adam came back to the rock-cave, as pissed as a spiritual fart, and proceeded to knock at least seven bags of thejolly oldproverbial out
of 'Eave. After which, he tried a
very misplaced carnal act on poor little Eve, who had come to the
defence of her battered and bruised mother… You see, Sir, sexual abuse of the young goes back an awful long way…

"And, Sir, if it wasn’t so flamingtragic, you’d really have to crack
up. Because, what happened next was that while Adam was trying to have his wicked
way with his wonder-child
daughter, 'Eave, still reeling from
her ordeal, homed-in on Adam, like a bolt out of theblue, just as lightning from without lit the cave. Missing her
footing on route, she ploughed headfirst into Adam, whose own head just happened to be in a direct collision
course with hers. Together, they fell, as if pole-axed, to the ground, never to
regain consciousness. And, outside the cave, thunder and lightning orchestrated
a natural requiem… They’d both gone off to a new adventure – life after
life on Earth – but 'Eave's new
existence was destined to be far happier than Adam's. Of this, I'm sure!

"… And what of poor little Eve?

"… Don’t try to throttle me when I tell you, will you,
Sir? Not only was she the first-bornmember of the
species, Homo Sapiens Sapiens, and
your firstancient animate ancestor – but she herself, coincidentally, had become its first orphan in a storm. And that know-how
has remained under mythical wraps, until now. How about that epic tale, then, to help you along with
your new Creation Myth? I bet you
never thought you’d get an interesting snippet of four-dimensionalmythological
low-down like that, did you, Sir?"

Rainbow
Man S’pan, beaming with satisfaction, hopped, skipped and
jumped around our rostrum, bells tinkling, its outstretched arms inciting a
rowdy reaction from the benches. It duly came: "Nice one, S’pan", over and over again, rang out as a unified
and well-practised rejoinder. Then, with order finally alliteratively restored by the Leader
of the House, this total failure,
yet still extremely proud and well-respectedcosmic enforcement
agent of myth development, stood
hands on hips before us, and impishly exclaimed: "Well, say something,
Sir!"

I think Brian was taken aback at
actually being asked to make a verbal contribution to the proceedings. However,
pleased to find that we hadn't lost our voice, he gave the staring figure full credit for its unsuccessful efforts. "Rainbow
Man S’pan," Brian said, surprisingly with all sincerity, "thank
you, so much, for that fantastic news.
An understandable failure to get the right message across on your part, it may
well have been. But, it does go a long way to explaining how an item, called Adamand Eve, managed to
find its mythicalself in a so-called Garden of Eden… And I don’t think I’d get too many bonus points for
assuming that it was youalso that had no joy in getting that screwed-upcosmically destructive situation changed forthe better either."

"You’re so kind, Sir! And, how right you are!"

Rainbow
Man S’pan then went on to relate how this poor orphan Eve had grunting – though psychicallyinspired – affairs with a selection
of two-timing Adam'ants that had no more respect for her
womanhood than her late and, unfortunately,
never-to-be-forgotten father. And, as
she made her lonely way through the Great
RiftValley in search of greener
pastures, guided by the only star in
the night-sky that never seemed to
move, Eve became a mother, many times over. Just exactly how many new wonder-children she spawned, Rainbow Man S’pan couldn't say. Though,
one aspect, of which it was absolutely certain, was the monotonous nature of
their names. All the boys had been gruntingly
called Adam, and the girls Eve; for, as custom decreed, in those olden grunting days, every male expected
to be known as an Adam, and every
female an Eve. And, although by grunt of mouth – albeit much more melodic in nature than that of her Neanderthal ancestors – mother Eve had passed on to her off-springs the
revelation with which her poor oldmum had been psychically
endowed, they all viewed her – as kids
will do! – asgrunting out of the back of herhead. Like it or not, though, and
regardless of their own lack of awareness, genetically,
they were endowed with brains befitting the emergent
Animate God; and far better
mentally connected with the fourth
dimension of their existence… And, this,
they simply had to live with. There could be no opting out, or going back. They
were the forerunners of a brand-new species – Homo Sapiens Sapiens – and their future cosmic role was to
proliferate the species; so that it ingeneraland they in particular might progress, life afterlife, towards
the perfect state of conscious existence.

"But, Sir, do you think I
could get any of those kids to take
any of this on board?" Rainbow Man S’pan asked, before bringing
its own Adam and Eve memories to a mythological conclusion. "Not a
chance!" it added, in the same breath. "It was just like trying to flog a deadhorse. Battling against the harsh environment of Africa, as
they were, the thought of a life after
life, consciousexistence in the third dimension terrified them. Dying – and staying dead! – must have seemed like a far better option.

"But, Eve, ever north-bound
without realizing it, was unafraid. Her poor
old mum had convinced her that she was a wonder-child, everlasting
and God – whateverthat was – in the making. What in the
whole wide world was there to be afraid of? Unfortunately, however, her poor old mum hadn't mentioned that, like her, she first had to die to be reborn. And, after pushing her luck toofar,
trying to grunt with the wild life,
however melodic her grunting had then become, Eve, way out in the bush, doing all the hunting and gathering for yet another lazy, good-for-nothingAdam, got herself eaten by a lion that
was no respecter of human grunters
having the faith to believe that they were eventually to evolve into the Lord of the Jungle…

"Well, Sir, if you were a lion, you wouldn't like to
think you were going to be under the control of any old human God, would you now?"

Rainbow
Man S’pan treated itself to the luxury of another little hop,
skip and a jump, before laughingly stating: "Never mind, Sir, I’m only pulling your what'sname. The lion didn't really think that at all – it was just
hungry! Eve, in spite of her blind faith, happened to be right in the wrong place at the wrong
time – from her point of view, and not the lion’s, that is – and got caught up
in another fine exhibition of Sod's Law.
And I don’t have to tell you any more about that elemental quirk ofNature,
do I, Sir? You’ve listened to my learned friend’s fairy-tale about it – also, suffered
enough of it yourself."

Not
only Brian, I thought! My own painful and frustrating experiences
during my astral package tour to Mongrel Island (Brian and the Pacific War) still rankled in my mind.

*******

So,
we’d listened to Rainbow Man S’pan's tall story, mythically describing our ancient ancestral origins. And a very
tall story, it may well have been. However, to have dismissed it as meaningless, simply because it wasa very
tall story, would have been to miss
the point of the story altogether. It did at least, from an evolutionaryangle,
make far more sense than all the other mythical
hog-wash that had been passed down over the ages by those, especially theself-serving gerrymandering priestsand politicians, who were so ill-informed
about science, especially in its then unheard-of discipline of genetics.

Fair enough, most past mythology
has been used as an artistic tool, to tart-up the hard-boiled esoteric,
philosophic or religious teachings with a bit of fantasy with which to tickle
the fancy of the punters. In other words, give them something to make them
believe there was far more to Life than just a mundane existence that ended in
death. And, it wasn’t particularly the fault of the storytellers that they
weren't as cosmically clued-up as Rainbow Man S’pan. But, when one considers
all the horror and nonsense that has, as a direct result of their dabbling,
been fed into the fourth-dimensional realm of our existence, and that the
punters have forever been led into thinking that their life-after-life
continuity lies in such a sordid realm, then past mythology has such a lot to
answer for.

Unfortunately, as hostages to this mythologicalpast, this is the nature of the beast
that Brian and I have to deal with. And hopefully supersede eventually with a Creation Myth that artistically and spiritually equates with the modern, technological and scientifically awareworld that is now our fragile planetary home. Old myths may have had some social
context when they were first fed like
mother's milk to those, and by those,
who had very limited know-how. Alas,
these social contexts have died, but
their associated old myths still
remain to haunt us, both from the fourth-dimensional
archetypal realm of our existence,as nightmares, and in our day-to-day three-dimensional existences, as spectres that seem tohave somehow become real and had their
images castin stone. And, cosmic mercyupon us all, there are still those that abound – not even awareof the true nature of our fourth-dimensional existence – that control us, and would have these spectres from the past lead us
down the same path that led to the extinction of Neanderthal Man, our most unfortunate dim-witted ancestor.

Progress
or perish is the fundamental rule of Nature's game, cosmically
written into the Code within the Seed of the Universe, and it is high
time everyone became aware of this fact. For, there is no
time to lose!

Cling
to the past, and regress, life after life, in ever-increasing misery, until
Homo – so-called Sapiens Sapiens! – suffers, out of its own dim-wittedness, the
same inevitable fate as the Dinosaurs and Neanderthal Man; or, better, join
Brian and myself, in viewing our conscious existence in a new mythical light,
based on state-of-the-art, scientific know-how. And, thus, prevent our
cosmically blessed species from becoming extinct and eventually taking you with
it.

Here, I have use the word you advisedly. For, just as the mythical African 'Eave managed to
produce a wonder-child out of a moribund species, which led to the fast
procreation of a brand-new species,
so an as yet unsung Lambethian Lou (Brian and the Animate God) produced what
could easily be another wonder-child
out of a moribund species. His name
is Brian. And, as Iam part and parcel of his personality,
I know that if HomoSapiens Sapiens fails to get its cosmic act together, I’m on board
another life-after-life bandwagon to
thefuture. Call my dream-worldinsurance species what you like. But I know it as Homo Sapiens Cosmos, the artistically and scientifically
well-balanced species that will lead as soon as humanly possible to the perfect
conscious state of existence. You see
– I want to become part and parcel of
the Animate God the easy way… How's about you?

Enough said, for now, on behalf
of the Cosmos Club cause, I think,
and now back to all the mythical failures of the past, as recalled by Rainbow Man S’pan.

However, even its programmed performance was about to experience a touch of Sod’s Law.

*******

"Are
you still awake in there, Byron," Rainbow
Man S’pan asked, sensing in its strange fourth-dimensional
way that I’d been daydreaming in a literary
reflective world of my own.

"Oh, yes!" Brian
answered on my behalf. "I can still feel him scuttling around in the artistic and creative realm of my brain,
plotting a very hyped-up story-line."

Rainbow
Man S’pan was delighted at this news. "Excellent! Excellent!" it
exclaimed. "The story-line will have to be hyped-up, if it’s destined to have any greater success than I've
ever had getting the correct mythical message
across… Our cosmic truth might hurt,
Sir, but you just have to sock itto 'em.

"For two hundred thousand
years, give or take a millennium or so, your
lot have been wandering around planet Earth, dwelling in the wrong world of myth. And the time has come for
change – drastic, mind-bogglingchange! "But, then, an unexpected
outpouring of pent-up self-pity
invaded Rainbow Man S'pan’s computer-linkedknow-how, which we were told later had been caused by an
unsolicited three-dimensional virus,
emanating from a computer hacker on
planet Earth, and finding its way into the fourth-dimensional realm. Nothing, it seemed, was sacred – not even
the Universal Memory of Nature – all
the while mankind stayed untamed and fancy free.

"I ask you, Sir!" Rainbow
Man S’pan went on, almost in tears. "How do you think we, here in Rainbow Land, feel – after all the hard work the GuidingPower and I have put into
our programmes of helpfulpsychic guidance to mankind – to find
that our messages have been so willfully perverted out of all recognition…

"… Gutted, Sir! That’s how we feel. But, being what we are, we always have to appear cheerful in the face of
adversity… You know, Sir – a bit like
yourself. We carry on laughing on the
outside, but still do a lot of crying
onthe inside. And this is why,
really, you've become our very last vestige of hope on planet Earth of
getting the correct mythical message
across, and setting your lousy, rotten
species on fast-track towards animateperfection…

*******

And there ends the extract as far as this article is
concerned: Since, it more than adequately inspired me to add an appropriate
adjunct to Cosmicianity and also pay
homage to that poor, little, rascal, Rainbow
Man S’pan of my imaginary spiritual
realm. The word’s to be Panarchic in
our world, whilst hopefully serving to get Rainbow
Man S’pan rebooted in Its. AMEN!

Cosmically
yours,

Brian

Cosmos Coconut Club

Sri Lanka

PS:
Just for good measure, fellow travellers: Forget the highfaluting handle: Just remember and practice its message: And
call yourself a Cosmic! ILUMS!